Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – Björn Rudberg
One of these days the house will fold in on itself. I wish my memories could do the same.
You sang “Hey there, baby, we’ll be fine” and I believed you. With every cut of the knife my belief faltered a little. But you held me close and kissed my ache away.
You said “Look forward to better days ahead” and I tried. But then we lost the battle and I am left with the ashes of your body and our life.
One of these days the house will fold in on itself. I wish it would fold in on me.
It seems I can’t get out of this hole full of sad stories. This week 100 words was just too short to express what I wanted, so for those that need a clarification “With every cut of the knife” is about ongoing operations on a cancer patient.
And I must admit I stole two lines from the song. I’ve been listening to it for days, ever since I watched “The Killing” finale. It happens to me so often, I hear a song and I listen to it until it makes me sick. So, I just had to share it with all of you, it’s such a great song.